It’s post festival. The morning after. You’ve woken up in the comfort of your own bed. You finally have time to dwell on, and come to terms with what you’ve done over the last couple of days. The Fear, it kicks in, and it kicks in hard. Yes you really did say that to her, you really did take your clothes off and go mud gliding, you really did drink 20 cans on the Saturday. All this stuff, your not dreaming it. You’ve got to live with it. But look, the silver lining, there’s always a chance to redeem yourself next year….